ALL THIS FOR ME

I’m half sick of shadows
I’m half sick of those
They slip into the mist and fester where
Your guilt grows cold
I want all the flowers
I want all the trees
I want the salt you sweat
Everything all for me

I said I needed something
You said you always do
Then turned your back to me
Time to watch the evening news
This sound that splits the silence
Repeats along my nerves
Returns through whispered violence
Everything twice returns

All this for me

Late for the sky again
Wrapped up inside your head
Twisting and turning pathways
Tear you from this to that way
Lost in the sky again

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